Hilda mostly

"Are you sure you're ok?" Jenny asks with a twinge of genuine concern as the out-of-shape Hilda downs her third drink in as many minutes.

"I'm fine!" Hilda angrily insists, like a petulant child insisting they aren't tired at bed time.

"I mean... it's just..." Jenny mumbles. "I know you're old and out of shape, but damn."

"No, I'm not!" Hilda snarls, startling some nearby patrons at another table.

She sheepishly smiles at them and blushes before turning back to Jenny.

"This armor is heavy, ok?!" Hilda snaps back. "And it's like, really hot out!"

Jenny blushes as the tavern wench she argued with earlier walks over, wearing what had been her lovely and expensive boots, and refills Hilda's mug.

"Thank you..." Hilda courteously replies. "And besides, I'm only wearing this junk because _someone _took my good armor..." She says as she stares daggers at Jenny.

"Hey, it's not like you need it!" Jenny shoots back as she defensively crosses her arms across her chest. "You're rich, you can take the loss. Besides, when was the last time you actually went on a quest?"

Hilda blushes and stammers as she looks away from Jenny. "I... it's been... th-that isn't..."

"You don't even remember?!" Jenny giggles.

"I... there's been a lot of work to take care of at the keep..." Hilda mumbles.

"Like eating all the cookies!" Jenny teases.

"I don't eat all of them! Just when things get stressful..." Hilda replies. "I've had to deal with a lot of tax stuff, estate junk, all that crap you have to do when you inherit stuff."

Jenny rolls her eyes.

"I tried to ignore it after mom and dad..." Hilda wipes her eyes and sniffles before regaining her composure. "But Sally kept hounding me about it, and once that was all done... there was always something else to take care of. Land disputes, tax disputes, petitions from the peasants... being the Lady of the Manor eats up all your time. Next thing you know, you're pushing 30 and just wishing you could go back to how things were..."

Jenny blinks as Hilda downs her fourth ale and signals the wench for a fifth.

"Now about my stuff..." Hilda slurs slightly.